Family, it’s who you are. When I was young, nuclear was the standard with two biological parents. I didn’t need a DNA test; I looked like my mum: the same chin, the exact sharpish nose, honeyed blonde hair and her sparkling light blue eyes. As a teenager, thankfully, I got her great boobs too. A nuclear family, alright, very appropriate, it split and exploded.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. In high school, I became aware of friends with only one parent, a mum or kids living with their grandparents. Then my dad and mum divorced, and I became part of a new unit with a step-dad a year later....